Bad Omen written 25 July 2015
I am your bad omen.
I have crawled through houses,
covering your doorknobs with soot and leaving footprints of ash.
I am the embers of a forgotten fire.I am the knot that wrings your chest,
and the sparks that leave your fingertips numb.
I am the paranoia that bites your ear – always biding for your attention.I run dark circles under your eyes
and knead aches in your joints.
Yet you’ve never given me a name for fear of invocation.I am yours.
All yours.
All you.
I am your bad omen
Tag: pretty things
Some photos of the leather pouch I burned/stitched together from an old wallet. It’s a little beat up looking, but that adds to the charm for me. It’s going to be a great little waist pouch for my skirt/ritual dress!
Burned with a hare because that seems to be popping up a lot lately in my ritual crafts, and a celtic knot on the other side.
Hey, remember this? I’m either going to sell it or give it away soon~